THAT'S A RAP

Lyrics: Matthew Williams Music: Matthew Williams people gossiping online More than a desperate housewife With silicone implants and an affinity for red wine Your whole life is a lie Akin to calling something Art that was Generated by ai Life can be dreadful or a Sick thing I was insane long before 16 I don’t spit 16’s Just to go viral on a video that is 9 by 16 I do it so I don’t blow my head off with a M16 I don’t bow before anything like the Sistine Constant battle with feeling like something is missing vi morir a la gente que amo Life is packing a punch More than AK AMMO Wack a mole HIDING HOW I FEEL LIKE SOME CAMO Battling with my mental state like the Alamo Gratitude I Keep it Holstered For when the negativity Begins to smother Seldom do I slumber helter skelter Tinkering with things Off the tincture We are Not on the same caliber Calibrating my own thoughts To work in my favor It’s in my nature To use nomenclature

Im not what you think I am really don’t give a damn Im not what you think I am really don’t give a damn really don’t Really don’t give a damn really don’t really don’t give a damn

Flippant flippin off the game like it’s ritual Cutthroat laid back individual Getting laid in the back While I make residuals Play it by ear situational Situated with myself and the rationale

Focused on myself Nonnegotiable these others rappers couldn’t bite let alone nibble I would eat you alive with my lyrics Like a cannibal High off the Tetrahydro Cannabinol

These people man are so banal business as usual Usually Looking in the mirror not feeling adequate enough Used to take penitentiary chances When the times were tough

But now I’m up Insouciant if they view me as irreverent That’s irrelevant Not a recreant Never giving up Like Hugh Glass the revenant Indo Made me indolent Resilient never raised insolent

Im not what you think I am really don’t give a damn Im not what you think I am really don’t give a damn really don’t Really don’t give a damn really don’t really don’t give a damn

In the crevasses of my mind an inner traumatized human lies searchin for purpose like someone looking for fire through an azimuth Feeling like a docent Dosin Moments can became a memory in a matter of a second Always ended up back to the same substance Like kaprekar's constant

My brain is a monsoon Of thoughts that consume Tryna hard to elude The Sardonic insomniac dwells in gloom